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Message in the Mud

I awoke at the Westin Hotel in Los Angeles, California in a foul mood. I wanted to celebrate Easter day watching my boys hunt for Easter eggs, going to church, and eating a rib roast and potato salad for dinner.

Instead, I ate a quick breakfast, then got on the van to the airport. I was going to work. In the airline industry, seniority is everything. And as a junior pilot I was required to work many weekends and holidays.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved flying airplanes, and enjoyed being part of the team that got the big bird from Point A to Point B. Normally I would be looking forward to my trip to San Jose Del Cabo, Mexico. But as I rode along the moving sidewalk to my jet, I felt sad and alone. All I could think of was my boys in their pajamas finding colorful eggs hidden around the house.

As a co-pilot, it was my job to walk around the jet to get it ready to take off. I started with my preflight inspection, powering up the electrical and hydraulic systems, and air conditioning. Then I walked down the jet stairs to do the exterior safety inspection.

I ducked into the nose landing gear well to have a look around. That’s when I saw a message that filled me up with joy: He is Risen!

Some unknown person, perhaps a mechanic or ramper, had used something to scratch the message in the undercarriage of the airplane. Suddenly I no longer felt alone.

I never had to work another Easter for the rest of my career. But every year I remember the message I found in the dirt and the joy that filled me that Easter Sunday. He is risen!



Apr 04, 2023

He is risen indeed!


Apr 04, 2023

Good story!! Thanks Bob!

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